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Raimes considered the matter for some moments, chewing energetically the while, then, having delivered himself with the same delicacy and skill as before of his surplus tobacco juice, made laconic reply: "Seventeen, no, eighteen days ago." "Did you follow the trail immediately yourselves?" "No, Jim Eberts." "Jim Eberts?" "Foreman," said Mr.
Raimes, who seemed to regard conversation in the light of an interference with the more important business in which he was industriously engaged. "But you saw the horses yourself on the Blood reserve?" "Followed up and seen 'em." "How long since you saw them there, Mr. Raimes?" "Two days." "You are quite sure about the horses?" "Sure." "Call Inspector Dickson!" ordered the Commissioner.
"Allowed four times the territory, about the same number of Indians and about one-eighth the number of police. Say, General, I take off my hat again. Put it there! You Canucks have got the trick sure!" "Easier to care for 'em than kill 'em, I guess," said Mr. Raimes casually. "But, say, General," continued Mr. Cadwaller, "you ain't goin' to send for them hosses with no three men?"
This is Her Majesty's court of Justice and we cannot tolerate any unbecoming language. "Waal, I'll be !" "Pardon me, Mr. Commissioner," said Mr. Hiram S. Sligh, interrupting his friend and client. "Perhaps I may make a statement. We've lost some twenty or thirty horses." "Thirty-one" interjected Mr. Raimes quietly. "Thirty-one!" burst in Mr. Cadwaller indignantly. "That's only one little bunch."
Say, General, I take off my hat. Ten thousand Indians! By the holy poker! And five hundred police! How in Cain do you keep down the devils?" "We don't try to keep them down. We try to take care of them." "Guess you've hit it," said Mr. Raimes, dexterously squirting out of the door. "Jeerupiter! Say, General, some day they'll massacree yuh sure!" said Mr. Cadwaller, a note of anxiety in his voice.
"And," continued Mr. Sligh, "we have traced them right up to the Blood reserve. More than that, Mr. Raimes has seen the horses in the possession of the Indians and we want your assistance in recovering our property." "Yes, by gum!" exclaimed Mr. Cadwaller. "And we want them eh eh consarned redskin thieves strung up." "You say you have seen the stolen horses on the Blood reserve, Mr.
Cadwaller as the Inspector set off again. "Ain't yuh goin' to sneak up on 'em like?" "Sneak up on them? No, of course not," said the Inspector curtly. "We shall ride right in." "Say, Raimes," said Mr. Cadwaller, "a hole would be a blame nice thing to find just now." "Do you think there will be any trouble?" enquired Mr. Hiram Sligh of Sergeant Crisp. "Trouble?
Cadwaller spurred up upon the Inspector and called out excitedly, "I say, Inspector, them's our hosses right there. Say, let's run 'em off." "Can you pick them out?" enquired the Inspector, turning in his saddle. "Every last one!" said Raimes. "Very well, cut them out and get them into a bunch," said the Inspector. "I see there are some Indians herding them apparently.
Raimes?" enquired the Commissioner. Mr. Raimes, who was industriously chewing a quid of tobacco, ejected, with a fine sense of propriety and with great skill and accuracy, a stream of tobacco juice out of the door before he answered. "I seen 'em." "When did you lose your horses?" Mr.
Perhaps so," replied Crisp, as if to him it were a matter of perfect indifference. "We'll never git them hosses," said Raimes. "But we've got to stay with the chief, I guess." And so they followed Inspector Dickson down into the valley, where in the distance could be seen a number of horses and cattle grazing. They had not ridden far along the valley bottom when Mr.
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